Deep Fog Kiss

Without the slightest hesitation.

A single, concise word.

Zha Di Jiangli felt a slight pang in her heart.

The dimples at the corners of her mouth froze, her smile remained, but the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

I don't know if it was from being drunk or from feeling wronged.

The grip on his fingers loosened, and his slender, white arm fell off his shoulder.

She always understood that in the world of emotions, Gu Zhishen was her only one.

But she was only one of Gu Zhishen's.

Gu Zhishen stood tall and imposing by the bed, scrutinizing her expression for a few seconds. Seeing that she remained silent, he prepared to turn and leave.

Suddenly, her clear voice rang out behind him.

"How many are there?"

Gu Zhishen paused, his voice remaining completely calm. "One."

Whether it was the alcohol or not, Jiang Li stared at his tall, straight back and boldly asked, "Did you sleep with her too?"

After he finished speaking, the room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Li unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt at her side, her red lips pressed tightly together.

I want to know the answer, yet I'm afraid to know it.

Gu Zhishen turned his head, his deep eyes falling on Jiang Li's fair yet stubborn face.

"Did the alcohol get to your brain?"

His voice was nonchalant, and his expression was arrogant.

Jiang Li's question did not receive a direct answer from him, and the inexplicable bitterness in her heart grew stronger.

He could have easily avoided being so honest with her about the first two questions, or he could have pretended not to hear them, but he still did.

A woman slept in her former bed.

Yes, and only one.

Gu Zhishen never bothered to lie, nor did he need to.

The fact that he could say it so frankly is enough to prove that the woman had a very close relationship with him.

Lover?

Or perhaps a lover?

If he could bring other women to this place that was once just the two of them, and have them sleep in her bed, did he also do the things that she and Gu Zhishen used to do?

"I was just asking."

Jiang Li smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, her smile bright and playful. "I'm curious if she's my future aunt."

Gu Zhishen turned around with one hand in his pocket, his cold, sharp eyes fixed on Jiang Li's curved eyes, his deep pupils holding an unreadable meaning.

The incandescent light above shone on him, making his cold and handsome features appear even more profound.

The tall projection cast shadows on the bedside, almost completely enveloping Jiang Li's slender figure.

"curious?"

He smiled slightly, "Don't worry, you'll be satisfied with your future aunt."

Jiang Li tilted her head slightly, meeting his teasing smile.

Then I heard him say, "But my future niece's husband can't be that good-for-nothing from the Tang family."

The last two words conveyed disdain and contempt.

Jiang Li's lips twitched. Tang Lin was indeed incompetent, but he was still the only son of Tang's Real Estate and his family was quite wealthy, so he was a hot commodity among many internet celebrities and stars.

The "rich second generation" that everyone is fighting over is, in the mouth of this man, like trash that can't be presented to the public.

"Ginger and Pear".

The disdain on Gu Zhishen's lips only intensified as he looked down at her.

"After eating Gu's food for twelve years, I should broaden my horizons a bit."

Don't look for men in the trash.

It sounded like a reminder, or a warning.

After he finished speaking, he turned and strode towards the door.

Jiang Li stared intently as his figure disappeared around the corner of the doorway, and the smile on her lips finally faded.

The dimples that were gradually disappearing were filled with a pool of grievance.

She pouted, ripped off her black suit jacket, and angrily punched it with her fist.

It felt like punches were landing on Gu Zhishen.

She used to throw tantrums in front of Gu Zhishen, and occasionally, when she was being a little difficult, she would swing her fist and punch his solid chest.

At that time, Gu Zhishen would not only not get angry, but would also grab her wrist after she vented her anger and then hug her in his arms.

At the time, she was not yet nineteen years old and thought that was love.

Love between a man and a woman.

later.

She then realized that it wasn't.

He doesn't love her.

He never said he loved her.

Even if we've done the most intimate things, even if we couldn't control ourselves in bed.

He never uttered the word "love".

I left here two years ago.

Jiang Li suddenly realized.

Those two years of living together day and night and enjoying each other's company were all one-sided on her part.

Gu Zhishen didn't necessarily need Jiang Li; to him, she was no different from anyone else.

Jiang Li felt a surge of grievance, and her nose felt sore and dry.

"What nephew-in-law? What are you pretending to be, acting like an elder!"

"He's only a few years older than me, but he really thinks he's my uncle!"

"Which uncle slept with his niece?!"

A few punches the size of sandbags landed, and the expensive suit fabric immediately became wrinkled.

Gu Zhishen was extremely particular about everything, and his clothing was no exception.

Jiang Li knew without even thinking how ugly his expression would be when he saw the suit so wrinkled.

Jiang Li felt better after venting her anger.

She smelled strongly of alcohol on herself and got out of bed to take a shower when she suddenly caught sight of a tall figure in the doorway.

Upon closer inspection, she saw a man standing upright like a pine tree at the door, his handsome face with slightly raised eyebrows, looking at her with a leisurely air.

Jiang Li was taken aback, then quickly picked up the wrinkled suit and draped it over her arm, pretending nothing had happened. She opened her bright eyes and forced a smile.

"...Uncle?"

Jiang Li maintained a polite smile on her face, but inwardly she knew something was wrong.

I don't know if he just left or not.

When did they turn back?

Did he hear what I just said?

"What are you feeling guilty about?"

Gu Zhishen's voice remained cool and steady. His gaze swept over the suit jacket that was no longer properly pressed on her arm, and he slightly raised his chin toward the large bed next to Jiang Li.

"I forgot to tell you, the sheets have been changed."

"Don't worry about it."

It was as if he had come specifically to remind Jiang Li, and after saying that, he turned and left.

Where Jiang Li couldn't see, a sly smile spread across his thin lips.

It wasn't until he left that Jiang Li realized what had happened.

He was referring to the fact that other women had slept in her bed!

The words "The sheets have been changed" evoked a flood of thoughts in Jiang Li's mind.

Her mood had just started to improve, but his words reignited it.

She suddenly threw her coat on the ground and stepped on it.

"Gu Zhishen, you've gone too far!"

......

A faint smile played on the man's lips as he strode down the stairs.

Mr. Gu.

The villa's butler came forward, somewhat surprised by his gentle expression, then respectfully asked, "Are you staying here tonight?"

Zhong Qiuwen came to Beishan Villa as a housekeeper two years ago after going through a series of rigorous interviews. When she first arrived, the huge villa was empty and quiet.

However, traces of its former bustling past can still be faintly seen in the villa's colorful decorations, varied furniture, and other remaining details.

For some reason, the excitement faded away, and this luxurious mansion, which others could only dream of, was left vacant.

Mr. Gu further instructed that everything in the villa should remain as it was and should not be altered arbitrarily.

In the past two years, Mr. Gu would occasionally come over for a while, but not for too long, and he never stayed overnight.

Coming over so late tonight, and with a girl too...

Chung Chiu-wen was a little unsure.

If she was going to stay overnight, she would have someone prepare thoughtful things for her.

"No."

The man quickly gave her an answer.